1. |
Lullaby
02:10
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lyrics:
i'll live my life for me
let me be, let me be, let me be
i'll live my life for me
let me be, let me
And I'll give myself to me, to me, to me
cause I'lll always love me for me, just me, me
Then I'll be forever mine, not yours just mine
And alone I'll do just fine, yea fine, fine
I might melt into your arms but I'll stand on my feet,
might melt into your arms but I'll stand on my feet
and life will always be
you can take some or leave it
but life will always be,
without you without me
and I'll sing myself to sleep, to sleep, to sleep
cause I 'll live my life for me
let me be, let me be
and life will always be
you can take some or leave it
oh but life will always be
without you without me
so I'll sing myself to sleep, to sleep, to sleep
and i'll live my life for me
let me be, let me be, let me be
oh i'll live my life for me
let me be, let me be
credits
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2. |
Interlude into The Edge
00:33
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3. |
The Edge
04:10
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I’m a little broken and
You’d pick up all my pieces
If I asked you to
But I won’t ask you to
Worrying about tomorrow
Keeps both of us awake
But I’m not calling you
Do we have to stray much further
Just to find that track alone
What if we don’t make it back home
And I’ve got hands and arms and shoulders
And they, they help and lift and carry
But they don’t quite pull me over
The edge, the edge
Oh
No one there to call me out
Make me coffee, straighten up
Until I think it through
There’s a guy just round the corner
Puts it on a little thick
He’s way too much for me
We’d have a laugh, just the patter
If you knew how he exists
But you’re not going to
And other hands and arms and shoulders
They help and lift and carry
But they don’t quite pull me over
The edge, the edge
Oh
[ mmh... ]
You must be a little broken and
I’d pick up all your pieces
If you asked me to
But you’re not going to
Worrying about tomorrow
Keeps both of us awake
But I’m not calling you
No, I’m not calling you
I’m not calling you
I’m a little broken and
You’d pick up all my pieces
If I asked you to
But I won’t ask you to
Worrying about tomorrow
Keeps both of us awake
But I’m not calling you
Do we have to stray much further
Just to find that track alone
What if we don’t make it back home
And I’ve got hands and arms and shoulders
And they, they help and lift and carry
But they don’t quite pull me over
The edge, the edge
Oh
No one there to call me out
Make me coffee, straighten up
Until I think it through
There’s a guy just round the corner
Puts it on a little thick
He’s way too much for me
We’d have a laugh, just the patter
If you knew how he exists
But you’re not going to
And other hands and arms and shoulders
They help and lift and carry
But they don’t quite pull me over
The edge, the edge
Oh
[ mmh... ]
You must be a little broken and
I’d pick up all your pieces
If you asked me to
But you’re not going to
Worrying about tomorrow
Keeps both of us awake
But I’m not calling you
No, I’m not calling you
I’m not calling you
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4. |
Keeper
02:44
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5. |
Twelve Wooden Boxes
03:54
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lyrics:
Some time late in the nineties
You would’ve found her
Out back on a lounger
Tying the flowers
For our little faces
To sell them onto strangers
And one way or another
You still tie the flowers
For our little faces
Oh mother
I guess that never changes
Counting our dollars
Into the wee hours
Twelve wooden boxes burned
Down to a penny
With so many memories
So I dwell upon weathers.
However the seasons
That tied them together
Oh mother
their stages and reason
They escape me forever.
If I’m forever scared, I’ll be forever mute
Like a fish on land
Who never told a soul
Fed into an ever growing bowl of windfall
It’s always just a moment
Then another
It’s always just a moment
Then another
We tripped on a man
Dare I say a kid
Both of them david
Grew into that island pit
As we turn the pages then
As I drew my first wages
The same way you’ve always done
You took him on
Made him one of our own
And one way or another
You still tie the flowers
For our little faces
Oh mother
I guess that never changes
It’s always just a moment
Then another
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6. |
Learning
03:37
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7. |
Rhine Valley
03:15
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some days
your grain
slips my memory
I know the shape of you, darling
but struggle to fill in the blank
colour you in
the fella you are and the memo
they live so close, whole different neighbourhood though
the fella you are and the memo
they live so close
we all, all have our reasons
to stick around or walk
we fall in and out of season
to put to sea or dock
after
hours
easy goes hazy
you must've fucked with my mind,
more than I realised at the time
when I said it was fine
i'll stay
wary
leave you to figure out
if it's the shape of me, darling
or any warm body will do at night
you let me know, alright
and letting go and going rogue
same postcode, whole different neighbourhood though
letting go and going rogue
same postcode
we all, all have our reasons
to stick around or walk
we fall, in and out of season
to put to sea or dock
we all, all have our reasons
to stick around or walk
we fall, in and out of season
to put to sea or dock
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8. |
Win
02:46
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Been breathing heavy lately
Been feeling 2020
been trying to fill my cup
but it just remains empty
caught up in cycles with under eye circles
maybe I was never ever really meant for this circus
the world is tough as ever but I'm not
I can't make something fresh with all the worn out parts I got
I need a win
I need a win
if you're short on happy endings
give me somewhere to begin
cause I need a win
I need a win
I need a win
Been sleeping shoddy lately
been weaving in and out
trying to fill my cup
leave me no room for doubt
Running for pennies while inching for purpose
Maybe I was never ever really meant for this circus
the world is tough as ever but I'm not
I can't make something fresh with all the worn out parts I got
I need a win
I need a win
if you're short on happy endings
give me somewhere to begin
cause I need a win
I need a win
I need a win
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Becky Sikasa Glasgow, UK
„Future Superstar in loading buffer mode” is what BBC called her after naming her song „Twelve Wooden Boxes“ the Track of the Week. From the very start soul artist Becky Sikasa captivated tastemakers and music lovers in UK and Germany. Working with award-winning producers and directors, Becky shapes her artistic vision, and is on her way to becoming one of the new voices of UK-Neo-Soul. ... more
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